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THE 


SOLDIER'S  HYMN-BOOK: 


CAMP    WORSHIP 


SOLDIERS'  TRACT  SOCIETY, 

Virginia  Conference,  M.  E.  Church,  South, 

1862. 

CHAS.  n.  WYNNE,   PRINTEtt. 


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HYMNS. 


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1  S.  M. 

Psalm  xcT. 

/^OME,'sotnid  his  praise  abroad, 
Kj  And  hymns  of  glor^ sing; 
Jehovah  is  the  sovereign  God, 
The  universal  King. 

2  He  form'd  the  deeps  unknown : 
He  gave  the  ifseas  tJicir  bound : 

The  watery  worlds  are  all  his  own, 
And  all  the  solid  ground. 

3  Come,  worship  at  his  throne: 
Come,  liow  before  the  Lord : 

We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own, 
He  form'd  us  by  his  word. 

4  To-day  attend  his  voic6. 
Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod; 

Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice, 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 

2  L.M. 

Psalm  c. 

BEFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
Ye  nations  bow  witii  sacred  joy  : 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone, 
He  can  create,  and  he  destroy. 


4  1ITMN8. 

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2  His  ROvoroiRn  power,  without  our  aid, 
Made  us  of  clay,  ami  formd  us  men ; 

And  when  hUo  wand'riuir  sheep  we  stray'd, 
He  hroughl  us  to  the  fold  a/^ain. 

3  We'll  crowd  Uiy  gates  witlj  thankful  songs, 
IJiglj  as  the  iieavens  our  voict^s  raise; 

And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  tonjjues, 
Shall  fill  thy-courts  with  sounding  praise. 

4  Wide  n.s  the  world  is  thy  command  ; 
Va.«t  asi  ete^ni'^•  thy  love. 

Firm  as  a  io<-k  tliy  truth  must  stand, 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 

3  C.  M. 

77»c  CrufijUcion. 

BKTIOLD  theSaviouE^tinankind 
Nitil'd  to  the  shanM^plree! 
How  vast  the  love  that  Kfpi  inclined 
To  bleed  and  die  for  tlMJel 

2  Hark,  how  he  proans!  while  nature  shakes, 
And  earth's  strong  pillars  bend! 

The  temple's  veil  rn  sunder  breaks, 
The  solid  marbles  rend. 

3  'Tis  done!  the  prer'ious  ransom's  paiJl 
"  Receive  my  soul !  "  lie  cricij : 

See  where  he  bows  his  sacred  head! 
He  bows  his  head  and  diesl 

4  But  soon  he'll  break  death's  envious  chida, 
And  in  full  glory  shine  : 

O  Ijjimb  of  (Jod,  Wits  ever  pain, 
Was  ever  luve,  like  thiuef 


HYMNS.  •       5 

L  C.  M. 

TTie  founiaini 

riiHERE  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood, 
JL    Drawn  from  Immannol's  veins; 
And  sinners,  plunged  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  ail  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 
That  fountain  in  his  day  ; 

And  tliere  may  I,  though  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Dear  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 
Shall  never  lose  its  power, 

Till  all  the  ransom'd  church  of  God 
Be  saved  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 
Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 

Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

6  Then,  in  a  nobl6r,  sweeter  song, 

I'll  sing  thy  power  to  save, 
When  this  poor  lisping,  stammering  tongue 

Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 

;  Six  7s. 

•  Rock  of  aqes. 

ROCK  of  aee»,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee: 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 
From  thy  wounded  side  which  flow'd, 
Be  of  sin  the  double  cure, 
Bave  from  wrath  and  make  me  pure. 

D  /1 9 1  Q  :^ 


t>  HYMNS. 

2  Could  my  tears  forcvor  flow, 
Could  my  zeal  no  hmnuor  know, 
These  for  sin  could  not  atone; 
Thoi^  must  save,  and  thou  alone; 
IH  my  hand  no  price  I  hrins, 
Simply  to  tliy  cross  I  cling. 

8  While  I  draw  this  flei-ting  breath, 
"When  my  eyes  sliall  close  in  death, 
AVhen  I  rise  to  worlds  unknown, 
And  behold  tliee  on  thy  throne, 
Kock  of  aizes.  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee. 

6  C.  M. 

Hesurreetion  of  Christ. 

THE  Lord  of  Rabbatli  let  us  praise, 
In  concert  with  i^  blest, 
.Who,  joyful,  in  harmjfcious  lays, 

Employ  an  endlessfWt.  , 

2  Thus,  Ivord.  whil-'  v-  -~— -mbor ihee, 

WeblessM  and  p 
By  hymns  of  jtrair--  to  be 

Triumphant  liere  IhjIow.  ,. 

4  On  this  fjlad  day  a  brlKhtcr  scene 

Of  plory  was  disnlay'if. 
By  </iod,  th'  I'ternal  W'ord.  than  when 

This  universe  was  made. 

4  He  rises,  who  mankind  has  bought 

With  grief  and  pain  extreme; 
'T>vas  great  to  speak  the  world  from  naught; 

'TwaJs  greater  to  redeem. 


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HYMNS. 

C.  M. 

Heh.  iv.  14-16. 
ITH  joy  we. meditate  the  grace 


Of  our  High  Priest  above ; 
His  heart  is  made  Qf  tenderness, 
His  bowels  melt  with  love. 

2  Touch'd  with  a  sympathy  within, 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame; 

He  knows  what  sore  temptations  mean, 
For  he  has  felt  the  same. 

3  He  in  the  days  of  feeble  iflesh 
Pour'd  out  strong  cries  and  tears, 

And  in  his  measure  feels  afresh 
What  every  member  bears, 

4  He'll  never  quench  the  smoking  flax, 
But  raise  it  to  a  flame; 

The  braised  reed  he  never  breaks, 
Nor  scorns  the  meanest  name. 

5  Then  let  our  humble  faith  address 
His  mercy  and  his  power: 

We  shall  obtain  deliv'ring  grace 
In  the  distressing  hour. 

8  C.  M. 

Coronation  of  Christ. 

ALL  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  na^ie! 
Let  angels  ))rostrato  fall ; 
-Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem. 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


O  HYMNS. 

2  Ye  ohoscn  need  of  Israel's  race, — 
A  rciiiiinnt  weak  and  t-mall. — 

Hail  Inm,  who  savo,s  you  by  his  grace. 
And  crown  hina  Lord  of  ull. 

3  Ye  GentiUi  sinners,  ne'er  forget 
The.  wrniwood  and  the  pall  : 

Go,  8pr(>ad  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

4  Lot  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 
On  tluH  terrestrial  fcall. 

To  him  all  maje-sty  ancribe, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

6  O  that,  with  yonder  pacrcd  throng, 

\V«  at  hi.s  feet  may  fall ! 
Well  join  the  everhtsting  pong, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

9  L.  M. 

Dying,  rising,  reigning. 

HE  dies!  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies  I 
Lo!  Salems  daii>j;htera  weep  around; 
A  Bolemn  darkness  veils  the  .skie.s; 

A  sudden  tremhlin);  shakes  the  ground: 
Come,  .Huints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two 

For  Ifltn  who  proan'd  lH.*neuth  your  load; 
He  .'^hod  a  thousand  drop.**  for  you, 
A  thousand  drojw  of  richer  blood. 

2  Hero's  love  nnd  grirf  beyond  degree, 
Th(!  Whrd  of  glory  dies  lor  nmnl    ' 

But,  lo!  what  sudden  joys  we  seol 
JeauB,  the  dead,  revives  agaml 


HYMNS.  V 

The  risino:  God  forsakes  the  tomb; 

Up  to  his  Father's  courts  he  Hies; 
Cherubic  Hibions  guard  him  home. 

And  shonl  him  welcome  to  (he  skiesl 

S  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 

How  high  yoCir  great  Deliv'rer  reigns  I 
Sing  how  ne  spoild  the  hosts  of  hell, 

And  led  the  monster  death  in  chains! 
Say,  "  Live  for  ever,  wond'rous  King! 

Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  pavel" 
Then  ask  the  monster,  "Where's  thy  sing?" 

And,  "  Where's  thy  vict'ry,  boastin'g  grave!" 

10  C.  M. 

Rev.  V.  11-13. 

COME,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 
With  angels  round  the  throne; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues; 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  di(?d,  they  cry, 

To  be  exalted  thus: 
Worthy  the  Lamb,  our  hearts  reply, 

For  he  was  slain  for  us. 

8  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Hotvor  and  power  divine ; 
And  blessings  more  than  we  can  give, 

Be,  Lord,  for  ever  thme. 

4  The  whole  creation  join  in  one 

To  bless  the  sacred  iiame 
Of  Him  that  sits  upon  the  throne, 

And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 


10  HYMNS. 

11  C.  M. 

Salvation.  ^ 

SALVATION,  O  the  joyfa^oundl 
'Tis  pleasure  to  our  eiir;< ; 
A  sov'rcign  balm  for  ev'ry  woundy 
A  cordial  for  our  fears.' 

2  Buried  in  porrow  and  in  pin, 
At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay ; 

But  we'll  arise  hy  CTaoc  divine 
To  see  a  heavenly  day. 

8  Salvation  !  let  the  echo  fly 

The  Bnaciou.i  earth  around, 

While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 

'Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

12  C.  M. 

Stupendous  love. 

PLUNGED  in  a  jjulf  of  dark  despair, 
We  wretclied  sinners  lay, 
"Without  one  eheerinp  beam  of  hope, 
Or  spark  of  glimm'ring  day. 

2  With  pityin"  eyes  the  Prince  of  ^raoe 
Beheld  our  helj^less  grief; 

He  saw,  and  (O  amazing  love!)    .• 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above 
With  joyful  hasto  he  fled, 

Entcr'd  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 


HYMNS.  11* 

4  O  for  this  love  let  ro'cks  ftnd  hills 
Their  lasting  silence  break  I 

And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  praises  speak. 

5  Angels,  assist  our  mighty  joys, 
Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold; 

But  when  you  raise  your  highest  notes, 
His  love  can  ne'er  be  told  I 

13  a  M. 

"  He  is  precious." 

JESUS,  I  love  thy  charming  name, 
'Tis  music  to  my  ear ; 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  ao  loud, 
That  earth  and  heaven  should  hear. 

2  Yes,  thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 
•My  transport  and-  my  trust; 

Jewels,  to  thee,  are  gaudy  toys, 
And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 

3  AM  my  capacious  powers  can  wish, 
In  thee  doth  richly  meet; 

Not  to  mine  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 
Nor  friendship  half  so  s^veet.  « 

4  Thy  grace  still  dwells  upon  my  heart, 

And  sheds  its  fragrance  there ; 
,  The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

5  I'll  speak  the  honors  of  thy  name 
With  my  last,  lab'ring  breath ; 

Then  speechless  clasp  thee  in  my  arms. 
The  antidote  of  death. 


12  HYMNS. 

14  C.  M.   - 

Witness  and  Seal  of  the  Spirit. 

WHY  should  the  cliildrpn  of  a  King 
Go  mourning  all  their  days? 
Great  Comforter,  descend,  and  bring 
The  tokens  of  thy  grace.  ^ 

2  Dost  tliou  not  dwell  in  all  thy  sainta, 
And  seal  the  heirs  of  heaven? 

"When  wilt  thou  banish  my  complainte. 
And  show  my  sins  forgiven? 

3  Assure  my  conscience  of  her  part 
In  the  Redeemer's  blood ; 

And  bear  tl^  witness  with  my  heart. 
That  I  am  born  of  God. 

4  Thou  art  the  earna^^t  of  his  love, 
The  pledge  of  joys  to  come ; 

May  thy  bless'd  \jings,  celestial  Dove/ 
Safcly  convey  me  home ! 

15  C.  M.  • 

77i«  iSpirifs  quickenings  implored. 

COME,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers, 
Kindle  a  tlame  of  .sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 
Fond  of  these  e«rthly  toys; 

Our  souls,  hew  heavily  they  go, 
To  reach  eternal  joys  1 


HYMNS.  15 

4  My  willing  soul  t?ould  stay 

In  such  a  frame  as  this, 
And  sit  and  sing  herself  away 

To  everlasting  bliss. 

.        C.  M. 

^"^  Courage. 

-  i  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, — 
5  Cc  A  foll'wer  of  the  Lamb, — 

W  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 
Conr  blush  to  speak  his  name? 

A 

-  fust  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 
•\Q       hi  flowery  beds  of  ease. 

•lie  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
id  sail'd  through  bloody  seas? 

\^  "e  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face? 
rpj^jg  st  I  not  stem  the  flood? 
Tj,^^j^vije  world  a  friend  to  grace 
?lp  me  on  to  God  ? 

2  This  1 

rpj^g  \i  must  fight  if  I  would  reign; 

•■   Ivpe  ofi^^  "^y  courage.  Lord ; 
The  sa^^^®  *°'^'  endure  the  pain, 
•ted  by  thy  word. 

3  Then  le  ^     .      „  ^,  .      ... 

And  ha.''^^^'  ^"  '"^  ^'^'^  glorious  war, 
When  r'-^^l^icr,  though  they  die; 
And^®®  the  triumph  from  afar, 
i'aith  they  bring  it  nigh. 

j^p.jen  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 
j^plnd  all  thy  armies  shine, 
n  robes  of  vict'ry,  through  the  skies, 
.The  glory  shall  be  thine. 


12  HYMNS. 

14  C.  M.   - 

Witness  and  Seal  of  the  Spirit. 

WHY  8honld  the  childron  of  a  King 
Go  mourning  all  their  dav.s? 
Great  Comforter,  descend,  and  oring  , 
The  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

2  Dost  thou  not  dwell  in  all  thy  t  vise, 
And  seal  the  heirs  of  heaven? 

"When  wilt  tliou  banish  my  compl 
And  show  my  sins  forgiven? 

3  Assure  my  conscience  of  her  par 
,  In  the  Redeemer's  blood ; 

And  bear  tl^y  witness  with  my  heanigh 
That  1  ann  born  of  God. 

4  Thou  art  the  earnest  of  his  lovf 
The  pledge  of  joys  to  come; 

May  thy  bless'd  \^'i'ngs,  celestiaj 
Safely  convey  mc  home! 

■est, 

15  C.  M,         ,  •••      , 

'  ast,      • 
TTie  Spirit's  quickenings  im 

COME,  Holy  Spirit,  heav  near, 
With  ail  thy  qnick'nin^iy ; 
Kindle  a  Hame  of  .sacred  love    hero, 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours.    y. 

2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  bek 
Fond  of  thetie  esrthly  toys;      --it, 

Our  oouls,  how  heavily  they  go. 
To  reach  eterual  joys ! 


HYMNS.  15 


4  My  willing  soul  t?ould  stay 
In  such  aTrame  as  this, 

And  sit  and  sing  herself  away 
To  everlasting  bliss.  , 


A' 


19  .       C.  M. 

Courage, 
M  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, — 
_-^  A  foU'wer  of  the  Lamb, — 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name? 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 
On  flowery  beds  of  ease, 

"While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sail'd  through  bloody  seas? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face? 
Must  I  not  stem  the  flood? 

Is  this  vi)e  world  a  friend  to  grace 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 

4  Sure  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign; 
Increase  my  courage,  Lord ; 

I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

5  Thy  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war. 
Shall  conquer,  though  they  die; 

They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 
By  faith  they  bring  it  nigh. 

6  When  that  iUustrious  day  shall  rise, 
And  all  thy  armies  shine, 

In  robes  of  vict'ry,  through  the  skies, 
.The  glory  shall  bo  thine. 


IC  HYMNS. 

20  Four  G8  and  two  8p. 

The  year  of  Jubilee. 

BLOWi  yc  the  trumpet  Mow, 
Tlio  gladly  soloinn  sound; 
Lot  all  tlie  nations  know,- 
To  earth's  remoiest  l)ound, 
The  year  of  juliilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ransom 'd  sinners,  home. 

2  Jesus,  our  ^roat  Hinh  Pri^st, 

Hath  full  atonement  made  : 
Ye  weary  spirits,  rest; 
Ye  nioiirnfiil  souls,  be  glad: 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  : 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners  home. 

3  Extol  the  Lamb  of  God, 
The  all-atoning  Lamb; 
Redemption  throupfi  his  blood. 
Throughout  tiie  world  proclaim; 

The  year  of  jubilee  is  come ; 

Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

4  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 

Your  lil)erty  receive. 
And  safe  in  Jesus  <iwell. 
And  bh\ss'd  in  Jesus  live  : 
The  ycju-  of  Jubilee  is  come; 
lieturn,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

6  Ye  who  have  sold  for  naught 

Your  lieriU\go  atM)ve, 
Receive  it  back  unbought, 
The  gift  of  Jesus'  love  : 
The  ye^r  of  jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  yc  runsoin'd  siuuers,  home. 


HYMNS.  17 

6  The  jToppol  f  rnmpot.  hear, 

The  news  of  heavenly  ^raee; 
And.  pave<1  from  earth,  afipear 
Before' your  Saviour's  face; 
The  j'ear  of  jubilee  is  eome; 
Returti,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 


S' 


21  7s. 

The  Expostulation. 
UNNERS.  turn,  why  will  ye  die? 
God.  your  Maker. "asks  you  why! 
God.  who  did  your  being  give, 
Made  you  with  himself  to  live,-  - 
He  the  fatal  cause  demands. 
Asks  the  works  of  his  own  hands, 
Why,  ye  thankless  creatures,  why 
"Will  ye  cross  his  love,  and  die? 

2  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God.  your  Saviour,  asks  you  why! 
Christ,  who  did  your  .souls  retrieve, 
Pied  himself  that  ye  might  live: 
Will  ye  let  him  die  in  vam? 
Crucify  your  Lord  again? 
Wiiy,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  why 
Will  ye  slight  his  grace,  and  die? 

3  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die? 
God,  the  Spirit,  asks  you  why ! 
He,  who  all  your  lives  hatli  strove, 
Woo'd  you  to  embrace  his  love, 
Will  ye  not  his  grace  receive? 
Vi\\\  ye  still  refuse  to  live? 
whyj^e  long  sought  sinners,  why 
Will  ye  grieve  your  God,  and  die? 


18  HYMNS. 

22  L,  M. 

Tlie  Gospel  Supper. 

SINNERS,  obey  the  gospol  word ! 
Ilaste  to  the  "supper  of  iny  Lord ; 
I^e  wTse  to  know  your  grnoious  day;  ^ 
All  things  are  ready  ;  ebnie  away  I 

2  Ready  the  Fatlicr  is  to  own. 
And  ki.«s  his  late-rctnrninir  son  ; 
Ready  your  loving  Saviour  stands, 
And  spreads  for  you  his  bleeding  hands. 

3  Ready  the  Spirit  of  his  love 
Just  now  your  hardness  to  remove; 
T'  apply  and  wilneiis.  with  the  blood, 
And  wash  and  seal  the  sons  of  God. 

4  Ready  for  you  the  angels  wait, 
To  triuinph  in  your  bless'd  estate : 
Tuning  their  harps,  they  long  to  praise 
The  wonders  of  redeeming  grace. 

5  The  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Are  ready  with  the  shining  host: 
All  iieaven  is  ready  to  resound, 
"The  dead's  alive!  the  lost  is  found  I " 

23  L.  M. 

The  hearty  Welcome. 

COME,  sinners,  to  the  gospel -feast; 
Let  every  scul  be  Jesus'  guest; 
Ye  need  not  one  bo  left  holiiiid,     • 
For  Christ  hath  bidden  all  niuukiud. 


HYMNS.  19 

2  Sent  by  my  Lord,  on  you  I  "call; 
The  invitation  is  to  all : 
Come,  all  th6  world!  come,  Sinner,  thou! 
All  tilings  in  Christ  are  ready  now. 

^  Come,  all  ye  souls  "by.sin  oppress'd, 
Ye  restless  wand'rers  after  rest, 
Ye  poor,  and  maim'd.  and  halt,  and  blind, 
In  Christ  a  hearty  welcome  find. 

4  My  message  as  from  God  receive: 
Ye  all  may  come  to  Christ  and  live: 
O  let  his  love  your  hearts  constrain, 
Nor  suffer  him  to  die  in  vain  I 

5  See  him  set  forth  before  your  eyes, 
That  precious,  bleeding  sacrifice! 
His  offer'd  benefits  embrace, 

And  freely  now  be  saved  by  grace. 

24  8s,  7s,  &  4s. 

The  Invitation. 

C^IOIME,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy, 
J  Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore, 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
Full  of  pity,  love,  and  power ; 

He  is  able, 
He  is  willing,  doubt  no  more. 

2  Now,  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome, 

God's  free  bounty  glorify; 
True  belief  and  true  repentance. 

Every  grace  that  brings  you  nigh, 
Without  money, 

Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy. 


20  HTMNS. 

3  Tjpt  jiot  conscipnco  make  you  linger; 
Nor  of  fitness  fondlj'  drt'ftfn : 

All  tlie  fitness  lie  rcqiiirotli 
Is  to  feel  your  rieed  of  liim ; 

This  lie  gives  yon, 
'Tis  the  Spirit's  glimni'ring  beam. 

4  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy -la<len, 
Bruised  and  nmn<iled  by  the  fall, 

If  YOU  tarry  till  you're  better. 
Von  will  never  come  at  all; 

IN'ot  the  righteous, 
Sinners,  Jesuscame  lo  call. 

5  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo!  your  Maker  prostrate  lies! 
On  the  bloody  tree  heboid  himl 
Hear  him  try  before  he  dies, 

"It  is  tiiiish'd!"      /» 
Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice? 

6  Lo!  th' incarnate  God  ascending, 
Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood ; 

Venture  on  him,  venture  freely; 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude: 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 

7  Saints  and  angels,  join'd  in  concerl, 
Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb, 

"While  the  blissful  seats  of  hi-avcn 
Sweetly  echo  with  his  name: 

Hullelujah! 
Sinners  here  may  do  the  same. 


o 


V"-  HYMNS.  21 

*25  S.  M. 

Prayivg  for  Repentance. 

THAT  I  could  repent, 
_     With  all  my  idols  part; 
And  to  thy  gracious  eye  present 
An  humble,  contrite  luart: 

2- A  heart  with  grief  oppressed 
For  having  grieved  my  God; 

A  troubled  heart  that  caiinot  rest 
Till  sprinkled  with  thy  blood. 

3  Jesus,  on  me  bestow 
•  The  penitent  desire; 

With  true  sincerity  of  wo 
My  aching  breast  inspire: 

4  With  soft'ning  pity  look, 
And  melt  my  hardness  down: 

Strike  with  thv  love's  resistless  strokev 
And  break  this  heart  of  stone  t 

26  L-  M. 

Psalm  li.  1-4. 

SHOW  pity.  Lord,  0  Lord,  forgive, 
Let  a  repentiiig  rebel  live; 
Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee? 

2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  don't  surpass 
The'power  and  glory  of  thy  grace;    ' 
Great  God,  thy  nature  haih  ny  bound. 
So  let  thy  pSrd'niug  love  be  found. 


22  HYMNS. 

3  O  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin  1 
And  make  my  guilty  conscience  oiean! 
Here  on  my  heart  tlio  burden  lies, 
And  \)i\st  oifeaces  pain  mine  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess, 
Agamst  thy  law,  against  thy  grace; 
Lord,  should  thv  judgment^><  grow  severe, 
I  am  condemji'd  but  tliou  art  clear. 

5  Should  sudden  vengeance  seize  my  breath 
I  must  pronounce  thee  just  in  death; 

And  if  my  soul  were  sent  (o  hell. 
Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

6  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord, 
Whose  hope,  still  hov'ring  round  thy  word, 
Would  lignt  on  some  sweet  promise  there;^ 
Some  sure  support  against  aesjDairi 

27  S.  M. 

Surrendering  the  heart. 

ND  can  I  yet  delay 
My  little  all  to  give? 
To  tear  my  soul  from  earth  away 
For  Jesus  to  receive? 


■A' 


2  ^Xv,  but  I  yield,  I  yield! 
I  C4in  hold  out  no  more; 

I  sink,  by  dying  love  comix-H'd, 
And  own  thee  conqueror! 

3  Though  late,  I  all  forsake; 
My  friends,  my  all  reign  : 

Gracious  Redeemer,  take,  4)  take, 
And  seal  me  ever  thine ! 


HYMNS.  23 

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4  Come,  and  possess  me  whole, 
Nor  hence  again  remove: 

Settle  and  fix  my  wav'ring  soul 
With  all  thy  weight  of  love. 

5  ]\Iy  one  desire  be  this, 
Th'y  only  love  to  know : 

To  seek  and  taste  no  other  bliss, 
No  other  good  below. 

6  My  life,  my  portion  thou, 
Thou  all-sufficient  art: 

My  hope,  my  heavenly  treasure,  now 
Enter  and  keep  my  heart. 

28  CM. 

Praying  for  faith. 

FATHER,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  tlijee, 
No  other  help  I  know; 
If  thou  withdraw  thyself  from  me. 
Ah!  whither  shall  I  go? 

2  What  did  thine  only  Son  endure. 
Before  I  di-ew  my  breath  ! 

What  pijjn.  what  labour,  to  secure 
My  soul  from  endless  death  1 

3  O  Jesus,  could  I  this  believe, 
I  now  should  feel  thy  power! 

Now  my  poor  soul  thou  wouldst  retrieve, 
Nor  let  me  wait  one  hour.    . 

4  Author  of  faith,  to  thee  I  lift 
My  weary,  longing  eves; 

0  let  me' now  receive  that  gift, 
My  soul  without  it  dies  I 


A' 


24  HYMNS. 

.  6  Purely  thou  canst  not  let  me  die: 

O  8|ie.'ik.  ftnd  I  shall  live; 

And  here  I  will  unwearied  lie, 

Till  thou  thy  S|)irit  give. 

6  The  worst  of  pinners  would  rejoice^ 
Could  they  but  see  thy  f;i<'e  : 

O  let  me  hear  thy  quick'nin<r  voice, 
And  taste  tliy  pardning  grace! 

29  C.  M. 

Surrendering  at  (he  Cross. 

LAS!  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed? 
.  And  did  my  Sovereign  die? 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  8ucli  a  worm  as  1  ? 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  have  done 
He  groan 'd  ujion  the  tree? 

Amazing  f)ity!  grace  unknownl 
And  love  beyond  degree! 

3  Well  might  tlie  sun  in  darkness  hide, 
And  shut  his  glories  in ; 

When  Christ,  (he  mighty  M.-Hcer,  died 
For  man,  the  creatures  sin! 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face, 
While  his  dear  cross  ftpjv?ars; 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thawkfulness, 
And  melt  min^  eyes  to  tears. 

6  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe; 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away, 

'Tis  all  that  1  can  do. 


HYMNS.  25 

30  L.  M. 

"J  am  the  way." 

* 

JESUS,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone, 
He  whom  I  fix  my  liopea  upon; 
His  track  1  see,  and  111  i)nrsue 
The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view. 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
The  road  that  leads  from  banishment, 
The  King's  highway  of  holiness, 

I'll  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 

3  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought. 
And  mourn'd  because  1  found  it  not; 
My  grief  a  burden  long  has  been, 
Because  I  \^as  not  saved  from  sin. 

4  The  more  I  strove  against  its  power, 
I  felt  its  weight  and  guilt  the  more; 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, 

"  Come  hither,  soul,  I  am  tujb  way." 

5  Lo!  glad  I  come,  and  thou,  bless'd  Lamb, 

Shalt  take  me  to  thee  as  I  an) ; 
Nothing  but  sin  have  I  to  give, 
Nothfhg  but  love  shall  I  receive. 

6  Then  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round 
What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found; 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 
Ana  say,  "Behold  the  way  to  God  I" 


26  HTMKS. 

31  78. 

JRefuge  in  Christ. 

JESUS,  lover  of  my  f.ml. 
Let  me  to  thy  txjsoin  ttv, 
^Vllile  the  nearer  waters  roll. 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high; 
Hide  nie,  (/my  .Saviour,  hi<ie. 
Till  the  storm  of  life  l)e  i)jit<t ; 
Siife  into  the  haven  guide, 

0  receive  my  soul  ut  last!   ' 

2  Other  refuge  luive  I  none, 
Hangs  my  lieljijess  soul  on  thee; 

Leave,  ah !  leave  me  not  alone, 
Still  support  and  conifort  me! 

All  my  trust  on  tiiee  is  stay'd. 
All  my  help  from  thee  1  bring, 

Cover  my  defenceless  head 
With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

3  Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want; 
More  than  all  in  thee  I  find: 

liaise  the  fallen,  eheer  the  faint. 

Ileal  the  siek,  and  lead  the  blind. 
Just  and  holy  is  thy  nauu'; 

1  am  all  -unrightt'ousness; 
False,  and  full  of  sin,  I  am,  • 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

4  Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found, 
(Irace  to  cover  all  my  sin : 

Let  the  healing  streams  abound. 
Make  and  keep  me  pure  within: 


HYMNS.  27 

Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art ; 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee : 
Spring  thou  up  witliin  my  heart, 

Rise  to  all  eternity  I 

32  C.  M. 

The  backslider's  prayer.    ■ 

FOR  a  closer  walk  with  God, 
.A  calm  and  heavenly  frame; 
A  light  to  8hine  upon  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 


O 


2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew  _ 
When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 

Where  is  the  sonl-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  his  word? 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  onpe  enjoy 'd! 
How  sweet.their  mem'ry  still ! 

But  they  have  left  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  O  holy  Dove,  return, 
Sweet  messenger  of  rest! 

I  hate  the  sins  th;it  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 
Whate'er  that  idol  be. 

Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee.  ^ 

6  So  shall  my  walk  bo  close  with  God, 
Cahn  and  serene  my  frame; 

So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 


28  HYMJig. 


A' 


33  Four  Gs  &  two  8s. 

^Wherehy  wc  ery,  Abba,  Father." 

RISE,  my  soul,  ari«e. 
Shake  off  tliy  Kuilty  fears, 
The  blee<lins  saonnce 
In  my  t»elialf  appears: 
Before  the  throne  my  Surety  stands, 
My  name  is  written  on  his  liunds. 

2  He-ever  lives  above, 
For  me  to  intercede; 
Hi«  all-re<IeeminK  love. 

His  precious  liloQd.  to  plead: 
His  lilood  atoned  for  all  our  race. 
And  sjirinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace. 

•  3  Five  bleedinj:  wounds  he  bears, 

Received  on  Calvary; 

They  pour  effectual  pVayers. 

They  strongly  speak  for  me: 

"Forpive  him,  (>  lorjrive,"  they  cry, 

"Nor  let  that  ransom'd  sinner'diel" 

4  The  Father  hears  him  pray, 

Ills  dear  Anointed  One: 
He  rtuinot  turn  away 
The  present*  of  lils  Son  : 
His  Spirit  answers  to  the  blood. 
And  tells  me  I  urn  born  of  God. 
^^ly  God  is  reeonoiltHl. 
^Iis  pardiiiuK  v<)i<H'  I  hear: 
He  owns  mo  for  his  child, 
I  can  no  longer  (onr: 
With  coi\fidenco  I  now  draw  nigh, 
And  Falher,.Abba,  Father,  cry. 


HYMNS.  29 

34  C.  M. 

God  the  source  of  joy. 

MY  God,  the  spring  of  ail  my  j<iys, 
Thelifpotniy  Hclights,     • 
The  glory  of  my  brightest  dAys, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights! — 

2  In  darkest  shades  if  thou  appear, 
My  dTTVvning  is  begun  ; 

Thou  art  my  soul's  bright  morning  star, 
And  tjiou  my  rising  sun. 

3  The  opening  heavens  around  me  shine 
With  tieams  of  sacred  bliss, 

If  Josus  show  liis  mercy  mine. 
And  whisper  I  am  his. 

4  Bfy  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay, 
At  that  transporting  word. 

Run  up  with  joy  the  shining  way, 
To  see  and  praise  my  Lord.     . 

6  Fearless  of  hell  and  ghastly  death, 

I'd  break  through  every  fc^e: 
The  wings  of  love  and  arms  of  faith 

Would  bear  me  conqu'ror  through. 


35       .  C.  M. 

f\  For 

\J  Mv 

The  glor 


"His  blood  nvnil'd  for  wie." 

OFOR  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 
My  great  Redeemer's  pr.aise! 
*he  glories  of  my  Ood  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  his  grace  1 


30  HYMNS. 

2  My  gracious  Master  and  my  God, 
Assist  me  t«  proclaim, — 

To  spread  throuph  fill  tlio  oartli  abroad  . 
The  honours  of  tliy  Naiiic. 

3  .Testis !  tlie  Name  that  diarms  our  fears, 
That  bids  our  sorrows  (va.se; 

'Tis  music  in  tlio  sinner's  cars, 
'Tis  hfo,  and  healtli,  atid  i)eaco. 

4  He  breaks  tlie  |)ower  of  canaell'd  sin, 
He  sets  tlie  pris'ner  free: 

His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean ; 
His  blood  avail'd  for  me.  ' 

5  lie  speaks— and.  listcnincj  to  his  voice, 
New  life  tlie  dead  receive: 

Tlie  mournful,  broken  hearts  rejoice; 
The  humble  poor  believe. 

G  Hear  hhn,  ye  deaf;  his  praise,  ye  dumb. 
Your  loosej'i'd  tonjifufts  employ; 

Ye  blind,  behold  your  Saviour  come, 
And  leap,  ye  lame,  for  joy. 

36  S.  M. 

Witness  of  adoption. 

'OV  cJin  a  sinner  know 
His  sins  on  earth  forjjiven? 
How  can  my  praeious  Saviour  sli^w 
My  name  inscribed  in  hcjiveu? 

2  What  we  have  felt  and  seen 

"With  confidence  we  tell; 
And  publish  to  the  souis  of  men. 

The  signs  infallible. 


H' 


HYMNS.  *     31' 

3  We  who  in  Christ  believe 
That  he  for  us  hath  died, 

We  all  his  unknown  peace  receive, 
And  feel  his  blood  applied. 

4  Exults  our  rising;  soul, 
I»isburden'd  of  her  load, 

And  swells  unutterably  full 
Of  glory  and  of  God. 

5  His  love,  surpassing  far 
The  love  of  all  beneath, 

We  find  'Within  our  hearts,  and  dare 
The  pointless  darts  of  death. 

6  Stronger  than  death  or  hell 
The  sacred  power  we  prove : 

And  conquTors  of  the  world,  we  dwell 
In  heaven,  who  dwell  in  love. 

37  lis  &  9s. 

Ecstacy  of  the  new-horn  soul. 

HOW  happy  are  they  Who  their  Saviour  obey 
And  have  laid  up  their  treasures  above! 
Tongue  cannot  express  The  sweet  comfort  and 
peace 
Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love ! 

2  That  comfort  was  mine,  When  the  favour 
divine 
I  first  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb> 
When  my  heart  it  believed,  What  a  joy  I  re- 
ceived. 
What  a  heaven  in  Jesus's  name  I 


32  HYMNS. 

3  'Twos  a  heaven  below  My  Redeemer  to  know , 
And  the  augelH  could  do  nolliin;;  more, 

Thill)  fall  at  Ills  feet.  And  the  story  repeat, 
And  the  Lover  of  sinner:^  jidorc.  ' 

4  Jesus  all  the  day  long  Was  my  joy  and  my 

song: 
O  that  all  his  salvatton  might  see! 
He  hath  loved  me,  1  cried,  He  hath  suflFer'd 

and  died, 
To  redeem  a  poor  rebel  like  mo. 

6  On  the  wings  of  his  love  I  was  "Carried  above 
All  .'.in,  and  temptation,  and  luiiii ; 

I  could  not  Ijtilievo  i  hat  I  ever  should!  grieve, 
That  1  e\T'r  should  sutler  again. 

6  I  rode  on  the  sky.  Freely  justified  I, 
Nor  did  envy  Elijah  his  seat; 

My  soul  mounted  higher  In  a  chariot  of  fire. 
And  the  moon  it  was  under  my  feet. 

7  O  tlio  rapturous  height  Of  that  holy  delight, 
\Vhi(rl)  1  IV'lt  in  the  lifo-giviiig  blood! 

Of  my  t^aviour  po.s>es.s'd,  1  was  jHTfei-lly  bleet 
Aa  if  lill'd  with  the  fulness  of  God. 


38  C.  M. 

Perfect  purification. 

'OR  ever  here  my  rest  shall  bo. 
Close  tt)  thy  bleothng  side: 
Tiiis  all  my  iiope,  and  all  my  \>\c&, 
For  mo  the  Saviour  diod. 


F' 


HYMNS.  $3 

2  My  dying  Saviour,  and  my  God, 
Fountain  for  guilt  and  sin, 

Sprinkle  me  ever  with  thy  blood, 
And -cleanse  and  keep  me  clean, 

3  Wash  me,  and  make  me  thus  thine  own ; 
Wash  me,  and  mine  thou  art; 

Wash  me,  but  not  my  feet  alone, 
My  hands,  my  head,  my  heart. 

4  Th'  atonement  of  thy  blood  apply ; 
Till  faith  to  sigiit  improve, 

Till  hope  in  full  fruition  die, 
And  all  my  soul  be  love. 


O 


39  C.  M. 

Prai/ingfor  a  holy  heart. 

FOR  a  heart  to  praise  my  Grod, 
A  heart  from  sin  set  free! 
A  heart  that  always  feels  thy  blood 
So  freely  spilt  for  me! — 

2  A  heart  resign'd.  submissive,  meek, 
My  great  Redeemer's  throne, — 

Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 

3  O  for  a  lowly,  contrite  heart. 
Believing,  true,  and  clean  I 

Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part  % 
From  Him  that  dwells  within: 

4  A  heart  in  every  thought  renew'd 
And  full  of  love  divine; 

Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good,*- 
A  copy.  Lord,  of  thine. 
2 


$4  HTMSS. 

40  C.  M. 

Psalm  Irxi.  15. 

MY  Saviour,  my  ftlmiphty  Friend, 
Wlion  I  bo;:in  tliy  pniiso, 
Where  will  tlie  yrowinj;  nuinbors  end, 
The  nulnber^  of  tliy  gnire? 

2  Thou  art  my  everlantinp;  trust ; 
Thy  j^iKKhjoss  I  julore: 

Send  down  thy  K'race,  O  blessed  Lord, 
That  1  may  love  thee  more. 

3  My  feet  shall  travel  all  the  lenftth 
Of  the  celostial  road; 

And  march  with  courage  in  thy  strength, 
To  see  the  Lord  my  God. 

4  Awake!  awakel  my  tuneful  powers, 
With  this  dolishtful  sonj^, 

And  entertain  the  darkest  liours, 
Nor  think  the  season  long. 

41  ■J's- 

The  pilgrim's  song. 

CHILDREN  of  the  heavenly  King, 
As  we  iourney  let  us  sinfi; 
Sirtg  our  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
''Glorious  in  his  works  aud  ways. 

2  W^aro  trav'lin^  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  our  fathers  trod; 
Thov  are.  Iiapjiy  now,  and  wo 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 


HYMNS.  85 

3  O  ye  banish'd  seed,  bo  jjlnd ! 
Christ  our  Advooate  is  made: 
Us  to  save,  our  flesh  assumes, 
Brother  to  our  so>ils  becomes. 

4  Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  staad 
On  the  borders  of  our  land ;  W  ' 

Jesus  Christ,  our  Father's  Son,  , 

Bids  us  undismay'd  go  on. 

5  Lord!  obediently  we'll  go, 

Gladly  leaving  all  below :  ^ 

Only  thou  our  leader  be,  H 

And  we  still  will  follow  thee. 

42  L.  M. 

Seeking  perfect  rest  in  CJirist. 
THAT  my  load  of  sin  were  gone! 
0  that  I  could  at  last  submit 
At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  it  down! 
To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feetl 

2  Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find : 
Saviour  of  all.  if  mine  thou  art, 

Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 

3  Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  sin, 
And  fully  .'^et  my  spirit  fre6; 

I  cannot  rest  till  pure  within. 
Till  I  am  wholly  lost  in  thee. 

4  Fain  would  I  learn  of  thee,  my  God, 
Tiiy  light  and  °asv  burden  prove. 

The  cross,  all  stain'd  with  hallow'd  blood. 
The  labour  of  thy  dying  love. 


0 


1»  HTMNS. 

6  1  would,  but  thou  muf<t  pivo  the  power: 
My  heart  from  every  sin  release; 

Brine  near,  bring  near  the  i<>yfii!  Iiour, 
And  fill  me  with  thy  perf«.H;t  |K>aoe. 

t  Com©,^ord.  the  drooping  ninner  cheer, 
JJor  let  thy  chariot  whorls  delay  : 
♦     Appear,  in  rny  }xx>r  lieart  ap|)ejir! 
My  God,  my  Saviour,  come  away! 

4^  L.  M. 

Apostcisy  dejyrteated. 

H!  Lord,  with  trembling  I  confers, 
A  gracious  soul  may  fall  from  grace; 
The  salt  may  lose  itv<»  seas'ning  power, 
And  never,  never  find  it  morel 


A' 


2  Lest  that  my  fearful  case  should  bo, 
Each  moment  knit  my  soul  to  thee; 
And  lead  mo  to  the  mcnmt  alvn-o. 
Through  the  low  valo  of  humble  love. 


A 


44  S.  M. 

Keeping  the  charge  of  the  Lord. 

CHARGE  to  keep  I  have, 
A  Go<l  to  glorify; 
A  nevor-dying  aoul  to  save, 

And  fit  it  for  the  sky : 
To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  flilfil  ;— 
O  may  it  all  my  fxiwers  engage^ 
To  do  my  Master's  will! 


HYMNS.  37 

2  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  sijiht  to  live; 
And,  O  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare,. 

A  strict  account  to  give  I 
Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  thyself  rely, 
Assured,  if  Tmy  trust  betray, 

I  shall  for  ever  die. 


45  8s.  ^ 

Delight  in  Christ. 

HOW  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours 
When  Jesus  no  longer  I  seel 
Sweet  prospects,  sweet  birds,  and  sweet  flovrers, 

Have  all  lost  their  sweotnes.^  to  me, — 
The  midsummer  snn  shines  but  dim, 

The  fields  strive  in  vain  to  look  gay;  , 
But  when  I  am  happy  in  him. 
December's  as  pleasant  as  May. 

2  His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 
And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice; 

His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 
And  makes  all  within  me'rejoice; 

I'should,  were  he  alwavs  thus  nigh, 
Have  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear, 

No  mortal  so  happy  as  I,      ' 
My  summer  would  last  all  the  year. 

3  Content  with  beholding  his  face, 
My  all  to  his  pleasure  resign'd; 

No  changes  of  season  or  place 
Would  make  any  change  in  my  mind: 


88  HYMNS. 

While  \)V.=«'<1  witli  n  ?pns<»  of  bi<«  lovo, 
A  pnl.Tc  II  toy  would  :ipp«'.ir: 

And  prisons  \voiil<i  pnlnops  provo, 
If  Jesus  would  dwell  with  mo  there. 

4  Po.ir  Tiord.  if  indeed  I  am  thine, 

Iftlioii  Mrt  mv  sun  nnd  my  song, 
Sav  wliv  <lo  I  ItinKUish  nnd  pine? 

And  why  lire  mv  *inter««  ?«4>  lonu? 
O  drivp  theso  dark  <'lon.N  from  my  nky, 

Thy  soul-<'h«»orini!  1  -..store; 

Or  tafee  mo  U^  tfiee  w 

■Wh'T"  ^v"'' T  iiud  ' .    .  no  moro. 

46  S.  M. 

Rrjoicittq  in  Go  i. 

COME.  v«'  thiit  love  thf^  T.ord. 
And  h't  your  joys  be  Hin'>wn  : 
Join  in  a  soii'a  with'swool  U'-cord, 
While  ye  surrotind  his  throne. 

2  Tlie  sorrows  of  the  mind 
lie  huninli'd  from  the  pli»<^l 

Keliiiion  never  wiv*  desiun'a 
^     To  make  our  p1eiu><ureji  loaa. 

3  Let  those  refuse  to  sing 
Who  never  knew  our  Ood; 

But  servants  of  the  hortvi-nly  King 
May  .sjwaik  \hoir  Joys*  abroad. 

4  The  God  that  riAes  on  lufih, 
That  all  the  earth  purvevs. 

Th:it  ridi's  uj-von  the  stormy  sky, 
And  calms  the  rparing  bous; 


HYMNS.  89 

\ 

6  This  awful  God  is  ours, 
Our  Father  und  our  Love; 

He  will  send  down  liis  heavenly  powers. 
To  carry  us  above. 

G  There  we  shall  see  his  face, 

Anil  never,  never  sin ; 
There,  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace, 

Drink  endless  pleasures  in. 

7  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 
And  every  tear  be  dry; 

We're  marchin<<  thro'  Immanuel's  groand 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 

47  8s  &  7s. 

Gratitude. 

COME,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing, 
Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace: 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing. 
Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 
Teacii  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 
•Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above: 
Praise  the  mount — I'm  tix'd  upon  it; 
Mount  of  thy  redeeming  love  I 

2  Here  I'll  raise  mine  Ebenezer, 

Hither,  by  thy  help,  I'm  come; 
And  I  ho|)e.  by  tliy  good  pleasure. 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
Jesus  sought  n^e.  when  a  stj^anger, 

Wand'rmg  from  the  fold  of  God; 
He,  to  rescue  me  from  danger,  . 

Interposed  his  precious  bieodJ 


49  nTKKS. 

3  O!  tn  prarv  hnw  --     '  -,  lr»,tor 

I>uily  I'nil'oii-  '■*•'. 

Lot  thV  prxKlne^-  ■  !i>r, 

Hina  my  wiiiidrinK  htmn  to  thf«l 
Prone  to  wun<l»T,  Ixirl.  I  f*"'!  H; 

Prone  tri  leave  the  i;     "  '  - 

Ilere'.M  mv  henrt.  O  t  A  iti 

Seal  it  for  thy  rour;     . 

48  C.  M 

Imspirinn  hop*. 

T\,"^HEN  I  can  n*n«l  my  titlo  clear 
VV    To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
Pll  bid  fjirtwell  to  »\.ry  f»-nr, 
And  wi|>*'  my  w«<|iin;i  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  ii^Muist  my  soul  engage, 
And  fiery  dnrt.s  U>  hurl'd. 

Then  I  ran  nmile  Ht  Sutan'H  rage,        * 
And  fa<v  ft  f^ownin^  world. 

3  I,et  onrej",  like  a  wdd  tielii^c,  come, 
I/et  ctorniM  of  sorrow  full; 

So  I  I'lit  siifoly  reneh  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heaven,  njy  all. 

4  There  I  nhall  hathe  my  weary  soul 
In  weaa  of  hn»venly  ref«t, 

And  not  a  wave  of  trouMu  roll 
Across  njy  jwjuvfiil  broaat. 

49  C.  M. 

The  hcairnlxj  Cdnaan. 

ON  JordHii's  stormy  Iwnka  1  ?tand, 
.And  <iist  a  wishlul  ey« 
To  Cunaan'.s  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  poaMewODS  lia. 


BTMNS.  41 

2  O  the  transporting,  rapt'rous  scene, 
That  risas  to  my  sight! 

Sweet  fields  arrav'd  in  living  green, 
And  rivers  of  delight! 

3  There  gen'rous  fruits  that  never  fail, 
On  trees  immortal  grow  : 

There  rocks,  and  hills,  and  brooks,  and  vales, 
With  milk  and  honey  flow. 

4  All  o'er  those  wide-extended  plains 
Shines  one  eternal  day ; 

There  God  the  Son  forever  reigns. 
And  scatters  night  away. 

5  No  chilling  winds  nor  pois'nous  breath 
Can  reach  that  healthful  shore; 

Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 
Are  felt  and  fear'd  no  more. 

6  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 
And  be  forever  blest? 

When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 
And  in  his  bosom  rest? 

7  Fill'd  with  delight,  my  raptured  soul 
Would  here  no  longer  stay  ! 

Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll, 
Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 

50  8s  &  68. .    . 

Just  as  I  am. 

JUST  as  I  am— without  one  plea, 
But  that  thv  blood  was  shed  for  me, 
Asd  that  thou  bidd'st  me  come  to  thee, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  cornel 


42  IITMNS. 

Just  as  I  am — and  waitinp  not 
To  rifi  my  soul  of  one  dark  lil<">t, 
To  ihoo.  whoMP  lilnod  ran  dofinso  each  spot, 
O  Lumb  of  (iod,  I  como! 

3  Just  as  I  am — thnnph  tnw«od  about 
With  many  u  oonfliot.  many  a  doubt, 
Witli  foarswithin.  anrl  wars  without, 

()  Lamb  of  God,  I  come! 

4  Just  a«i  I  am.  poor,  wrotrliod.  blind — 
Sipht,  riohos,  healing  of  the  mind, 
Yea,  all  I  need  in  thee  to  find, 

O  Lamb  of  (Jod,  I  come! 

-i 

6  Just  as  I  am.  thou  wilt  receive, 
Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  clcan.se,  relieye, 
Because  th.y  promise.  I  l>elieve,  * 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come! 

6  Just  as  I  am.  thy  l'>vc.  tmknowft, 
Has  brol\<>n  every  barrier  down  ; 
Now  to  Ix?  thino.yen,  tlmic  alone, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  1  como! 

61    '  C.  M. 

My  Mother's  Biblt. 

THIS  book  is  all  that's  left  me  now: 
Tears  will  i;iil>idi|cii  start — 
With  fiilterin^  lip  and  throbbing  brow 

1  press  it  to  my  heart. 
For  many  generations  past, 

Here  is  our  fiiniiy  tree: 
My  mother's  hands  this  Bible  clasp'd— 
She,  dying,  gave  it  me. 


HYMNS.  43 

2  Ah !  well  do  I  remember  those 

Whose  names  these  records  bear — 
Who  round  the  hearth-stone  used  to  close 

After  the  ev^iiinp;  prayer, 
And  speak  of  what  these  pages  said — 

In  tones  my  heart  would  thrill :    ■ 
Though  they  are  with  the  silent  dead, 

Here  they  are  living  still.  • 

3' My  father  read  this  holy  book 

To  brothers,  sisters  dear: 
jHow  calm  was  my  poor  mother's  look, 

Who  lean'd  God's  word  to  hear. 
Her  angel  face— I. see  it  yet !  ' 

What  thronging  memories  come! 
Again  that  little  group  is  met 

AVithin  the  halls  of  home. 

4  Thou  truest  friend  man  ever  knew, 

Thy  constancy  I've  tried; 
Where  all  were  false  I've  found  thee  true — 

My  counsellor  and  guide! 
The  mines  of  earth  no  treasures  give 

That  could  this  volume  buy; 
In  teaching  me  the  way  to'live, 

it  tauglit  me  how  to  die. 

52  78. 

When  shall  we  all  meet  again  f 

WHEN  shall  we  all  meet  again? 
When  shall  we  all  meet  again? 
Oft  shall  glowing  hope  a«pire, 
Olf  sliall  wearied  love  retire, 
Oft  shall  death  and  sorrow  reign, 
Ere  we  all  shall  meet  agaiu. 


44  BTMNS. 

2  Though  in  distant  lands  we  sigh, 
Parch'd  beneath  the  hostile  sky; 
Though  the  deep  between  us  rolls, 
Friendship  shall  unite  our  souls, 
And  in  fancy's  wide  domain 
There  shall  we  all  meet  again. 

3  When  the  dreams  of  life  are  fled, 
When  its  wasted  lamps  are  dead, 
When  in  cold  oblivion's  shade 
Beauty,  wealth  and  fame  are  laid — 

*  Where  immortal  spirits  reign, 
There  we  all  may  meet  again. 

63  68  &  5s. 

When  shall  we  meet  again  t—Air  "  Unitt.' 

WHEN  shall  we  meet  again? 
Meet  ne'er  t<j  sever? 
When  will  peace  wreathe  her  chain 

Round  us  for  ever? 
Our  hearts  will  ne'er  repose. 
Safe  from  the  blast  that  blows, 
In  this  dark  vale  of  woes — 
Never — no,  never  1 

2  When  shall  love  freely  flow 

Pur*  as  life's  river? 
When  shall  sweet  friendsliip  glow 

Changeless  for  ever? 
Where  )oys  celestial  thrill, 
Where  bliss  each  heart  shall  fill. 
And  fears  of  parting  chill- 
Never— no,  never ! 


HYMNS.  46 

Z  Up  to  that  world  of  light 

Take  us,  dear  Saviour : 
May  we  all  there  unite, 

Happy  for  ever : 
Where  kindred  spirits  dwell. 
There  may  our  music  swell, 
And  lime  bur  joys  dispel 

Never — no,  never ! 

4  Soon  shall  we  meet  again—- 

Meet  ne'er  to  sever : 
Soon  will  }ieaoe  wreathe  her  chaia 

Round  us  for  ever: 
Our  hearts  shall  then  repose 
Secure  from  worldly  woes ; 
Our  songs  of  praise  shall  close 

Never — no,  never  1 

64  lis. 

Air  "HOMX." 

MID  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature  com- 
plaints, 
How  sweet  to  my  soul  is  communion  with 

saints ! 
To  find  at  the  banquet  of  mercy  there's  room. 
And  feel,  in  the  presence  of  Jesus,  at  home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home ! 
Prepare  me,  dear  Saviour,  for  glory,  my  home. 

2  While  here  in  the  valley  of  conflict  I  staj, 
O  give  me  submission  and  strength  as  xaf 

day; 
In  all  my  atilictions.  to  thee  I  would  come, 
Rejoicing  in  hope  of  my  glorious  home. 


46  HYMNS. 

3  "Whftte'er  thou  deniest,  O  give  me  thy  prace, 
The  Spirit's  sure  witness,  and  smiles  of  thy 

face ; 
Let  light  from  thy  presence  disperse  all  my 

gloom. 
And  give  me,  e'en  now,  a  sweet  foretaste  of 

home. 

4  I  long,  graoious  Lord,  in  thy  presence  to 

.shme^ — 
No  more,  as  an  exile,  in  sorrow  to  pine  ; 
But  in  thy  ble,<*t  image  .arise  from  the  tomb, 
With  glorified  millions  to  praise  thee  at  home. 

55  lOs  &  49. 

JTotneward  Bound. 

OUT  on  an  oeean  all  boundless,  we  ride, 
We're  liomeward  bound; 
Toesod  on  the  waves  of  a  roiiiih.  restless  tide, 

Wero  liomeward  liuuntl ; 
Far  from  the  safe,  (juict  lia;  lior  we've  rode, 
Seeking  our  Ka'.her's  celestial  abode. 
Promise  of  wliieh  on  us  each  he  bestowed, 
We're  homeward  bound. 

2  Wildly  the  storm  sweeps  us  on  as  it  roars, 

We're  homcwanl  bound  ; 
Look!  yonder  lie  tilt"  bright  iieavonly  shores, 

We're  homeward  liound  ; 
Steady,  O  pilot!  stand  firm  at  the  wheel, 
8toa(lyl  we  soon  sliall  outwcatlicr  the  gale, 
U  how  wfi  fly  'ncatli  tiie  loud  croaking  sail, 

We  re  homeward  bound. 


HYMNS.  47 

3  Down  the  horizon  the  earth  disappears, 

We're  homeward  y)oiind; 
Joyful,  O  comrades!  no  sighing  or  tears, 

"We're  homeward  hound; 
Listen !  what  music  eomes  soft  o'er  the  sea! 
"  Welcome,  thrice  welcome  and  hlessed  are  yo." 
Can  it  the  greetinc;  of  paradise  he? 

We're  homeward  bound. 

A  Into  the  harbour  of  heaven  now  we  glide, 

We're  home  at  last ; 
Softly  we  drift  on  its  bright  silver  tide, 

We're  home  at  last;  * 

Glory  to  God!  all  our  dangers  are. o'er; 
Sjifely  we  stand  on  the  radiant  shore, 
Glory  to  God!  we  will  shout  evermore, 

We're  home  at  last. 

56  7s  &  6s. 

Wandering  Stranger. 

"  QAY,  whither,  wandering  stranger, 
k^  Ah!  whither  dost  thou  roam?  , 

O'er  this  wild  world  a  ranger, 
Ha'^t  thou  no  friend,  no  home?" 
**Yes,  I've  a  F'riend  who  never 
Is  absent  from  my  side; 
And  I've  a  home  wheri?ver 
In  peace  I  shall  abide." 

2  "  But  want  and  woe  have  driven 
■The  roses  from  thy  cheek ; 

And  garmejits  rent  and  riven, 
Thy  poverty  bespeak."  , 


4$  HTMNS. 

"I've  food  with  which  the  angels 
Would  all  delighted  bo; 
And  robes  ©f  dazzling  brightness 
Are  now  awaiting  me." 

3  "Come,  then, benign  inquirer, 

And  join  me  on  my  way  ; 
I'm  iourneying  to  a  country 

Wnere  beam?  an  ondlcMs  day; 
"Where  saint.s  and  aifgeN.  falling 

Before  the  great  white  throne, 
To  you,' to  me  are  calling. 

Haste,  pilgrim,  hasten  home." 

67  68  &  4s. 

Grateful  Praisu  for  the  Oospd—Air  "Avmica.'* 

tOME,  let  our  voicos  raise 
A  pong  of  grateful  praise, 
And  thankful  love; 
Let  each  a  tribute  bring, 
Let  all  awake  and  sing 
Praise  to  our  heavenly  King, 
"Who  dwells  alx)ve. 

2  The  gospel's  sacred  page, 
Beveals  to  every  age, 

Salvation  free. 
Oh.  send  the  joyful  sound  f 
And  let  it  e«^ho  "round, 
Till  praises  loud  resound, 

O  God,  to  theel 

3  Accept  our  offerings.  Lord, 
To  spread  thy  truth  abrowl, — 

Our  labors  own : 


C 


HTMNS.  49 

At  lenpcth,  at  thy  right  hand. 
May  we  together  stand, 
And,  with  the  angel-band, 
Surround  thy  throne. 

68  9s  &  10s. 

Tm  a  Pilgrim. 

I'M  a  pilgrim,  and  I'm  a  stranger, 
I  can  tarry,  I  can  tarry  but  a  night. 
Do  not  detain  me,  for  I  am  going 
To  where  the  streamlets  are  ever  flowing — 
I'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I'm  a  stranger, 
I  can  tarry,  I  can  tarry  but  a  night. 

2  There  the  sunbeams  are  ever  shining, 

I  am  longing.  I  am  longing  for  the  sight. 
Within  a  country  unknown  and  dreary, 
I  have  been  wandering  forlorn  and  weary. 
I'm  a  pilgrim.  Ac. 

3  Of  that  country  to  which  I'm  going, 

My  Redeemer,  my  Redeemer  is  the  light. 
There  are  no  sorroi^s,  nor  any  sighing, 
Nor  any  sin  there,  nor  any  dying, 
I'm  a  pilgrim,  &c. 


59  7s  &  Cs. 

The  Happy  Meeting. 

'ERE  we  suffer  grief  and  pain, 
-  Here  we  meet  to  part  again ; 

In  heaven  we  part  no  more. 
01  that  will  be  joyfull 

When  we  meet  to  part  no  more. 


H' 


60  HYMNS. 

2  All  who  love^he  Tjord  Iv^low, 
When  they  die  to  lienvon  will  go. 

And  sinji  with  saints  nUivc. 

O!  that  will  be  joyfnl! 
When  we  meet  to  part  no  more. 

3  O!  how  hupfty  wo  slmll  bo  I 
For  our  Saviour  we  shall  see, 

Exaltt'd  on  his  throne. 

O!  that  will  be  joyful  1 
"When  we  meet  to  pari  no  more. 

4  There  we  all  shall  Hin^  with  joy, 
And  eternity  employ 

In  praising  Christ,  the  T^ord. 

(3!  thai  will  Ik*  joyfnl! 
When  we  meet  to  jmrt  no  more. 

60  ^s  &  Cs. 

Heaven  is  my  Home. 

I'm  bn^a  str.-xncor  hero — 
Heaven  is  inv  h<^«'; 
Earth  is  a  de,sert  ilrcar — 

Heaven  is  inV  home; 
Pan<iers  and  sorrows  stand 
Round  me  on  «'very  hand, 
Heaven  is  my  Father-land, 
Heaven  is  my  homo. 

2  What  though  the  tempests  rage, 

Heaven  is  mv  home; 
Bhort  is  i7iy  pilgrimage — 

Heaven  is  my  home; 


HYMNS. 

And  timo's  wild,  wintry  blast 
Soon  will  be  over  past, 
I  shall  reach  home  at  last — 
Heaven  is  my  home. 

3  Therefore  I  mnrmnr  not— 

Heaven  is  my  home; 
What'er  my  earthly  lot, 

Heaven  i-<  my  home; 
And  I  shall  surely  stand 
Thfre  at  my  Lord's  right  hand: 
Heaven  is  my  Father-land — 

Heaven  is  my  home. 

61  7s  &  Gs. 

Come,  ere  it  be  too  later— Air  "  WATcnEB." 

OCOME,  in  life's  gay  morning, 
Ere  in  thy  sunny  way 
The  Mowers  of  hope  have  withered, 
•  And  sorrow  end  thy  day. 

Come,  while  from  joy's  bright  fountain 

The  streams  of  pleasure  flow, 
Come,  ere  thy  buoyant  spirits 
Have  felt  the  blight  of  woe. 

2  "  Remember  thy  Creator" 

Now  in  thy  youthful  days. 
And  he  will  guide  thy  footsteps 

Through  life's  uncertain  maze. 
"Remember  thy  Creator," 

He  calls  in  tones  of  love, 
And  olfers  deathless  glorica 

lu  brighter  worlds  above. 


51 


S2  HYMNS. 

3  And  in  the  hour  of  sadness, 

"When  earthly  joys  depart, 
,     His  love  shall  be  thy  solui-e, 

And  cheer  thy  droopinj^  heart. 
And  when  life's  storm  is  over, 

And  thoii  from  earth  art  free, 
Thy  God  will  be  thy  portion 

Throughout  eternity.  • 

62  P.  M. 

The  Christian  Soldier. 

OH!  when  shall  I  see  Jesus, 
And  dwell  with  him  al>ove, 
To  drink  the  flowing;  fountains 

Of  everljLstin/T  love? 
When  shall  I  bie  deliver'd 

From  this  vain  world  of  sin, 
And  with  my  blej^sed  Jesus, 
Drink  endless  pleasures  in? 

2  But  now  I  am  soldier. 
My  Captain's  gone  before. 

He's  given  me  my  orders. 
And  tells  me  not  to  fear ; 

And  if  I  hold  out  faith lul, 
A  crown  of  life  lioMI  give, 

And  all  his  valiant  soldiers 
Eternal  life  shall  have. 

3  Through  grace  I  am  determined 
To  conquer  though  I  die, 

And  then  away  to  Jesus, 
On  wings  of  love  I'll  fly : 


HYMNS.  53 

» 

Farewell  to  sin  and  porrow, 

I  bid  them  all  adieu  ; 
And  you,  my  friends,  prove  faithful, 

And  on  your  way  pui  sue. 

4  And  if  you  meet  with  troubles 
And  trials  on  the  way, 

Just  east  your  care  on  Jesus, 

And  don't  forget  to  pray. 
Gird  on  the  heavenly  armor 

Of  faith  and  hope  and  love, 
And  when  your  race  is  ended, 

You'll  reign  with  him  above. 

5  Oh !  do  not  be  discouraged, 
P'or  Jesus  is  your  Friend ; 

And  if  you  lacK  for  knowledge, 

He'll  not  refuse  to  lend  : 
Neither  will  he  upbraid  you, 

Though  often  you  request, 
He'll  give  you  grace  to  conquer, 

And  take  you  home  to  rest. 

63  P.  M. 

Joyfully,  Joyfully. 

JOYFULLY,  joyfully,  onward  I  move. 
Bound  for  the  land  of  bright  spirits  abOTe: 
Angelic  choristers  sing  a^  I  come, 
Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  thy  home. 

2  Soon  with  my  pilgrimage  ended  below, 
Home  to  that  land  of  delight  will  I  go.' 
Pilgrim  and  stranger  no  more  shall  1  roam ; 
Joyfully,  joyfully  resting  at  home. 


64  HYMNS. 

3  Friends,  fondly  cherisli'd,  Imve  passod  on 

before,  ' 

Waitinj?,    they   watch   me    npproaching   the 

shore; 
Singinu:  to  cJieer  me  through  death's  chilling 

jjloom, 
Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  thy  )inme. 

4  Sounds  of  sweet  melody  fall  on  my  ear; 
Harjjs  of  the  blessed,  your  voices  1  hear! 
Ilin;js  with  the  harmony  lieavi-ns  high  dome, 
Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  thy  homo. 

5  Death,  with  thy  weapons  of  war  lay  mo  low, 
Strike,  king  of  terrors,  I  fear  not  tlu^  Mow  ; 
Jesus  liatli  broken  the  burs  of  the  tomb; 
Joyfully,  joyfully  will  I  go  home. 

6  Bright  will  the  morn  of  eternity  dawn, 
Death  shall  be  Ijanish'd.  his  st-ept're  l>c  gone;* 
Joyfully  then  shall  I  witiios  his  doom; 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  safely  at  home. 

64  P.  L.  M. 

Happy  Dajf. 

PRESERVED -by  thine  Almighty  power, 
O  I^ord.  our  .Makt-r — Saviour — King, 
And  brought  to  see  this  happy  liour. 
We  eome  thy  j)i:ai.s«-s  hero  losing. 
Happy  day,  hajipy  day, 
Here  in  thy  courts  well  gladly  stay, 
And  at  thy  footstool  humbly  pray 
That  thoil  wouldst  take  our  sins  away. 
Happy  (lay.  happv  day. 
When  Christ  shall  waeh  our  sins  away. 


HYMNS.  56 

2  We.  praise  thee  for  tliy  onnstant  care, 
For  life  preserved,  for  meroies  .sciven, 

Oh,  may  we  Ptill  those  mercies  share, 
And  ta«te  the  joys  of  sins  forgiven. 
Happy  day,  &c. 

2  We  praise  thee  for  the  joyful  newg 
Of  pardon  through  a  Saviour's  blood; 

Oh,  Lord,  inehne  our  iiearts  to  choose 
The  path  to  happiness  and  God. 
Ilajipy  day,  &c. 

4  And  when  on  earth  our  daj's  are  done, 
Grant,  LonL  tliat  we  at  length  may  join, 

Comrades  and  friends  around  thy  throne, 
The  song  of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 
Happy  day,  &c. 

e5  CM 

The  Shining  Shore. 

MY  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by, 
And  I,  a  pilgrim  stranger, 
'Would  not  detain  them  as  they  fly  1 

Those  hours  of  t-oil  and  danger. 
For  oh  !  we  stand  on  Jordan's  strand, 

Our  friends  are  passing  over. 
And  just  before,  the  shining  shore 
We  may  almost  discover. 

2  We'll  gird  onr  loins,  my  brethren  dear, 
Our  distant  home  discerning; 

Our  absent  Lord  has  left  us  word. 
Let  every  lamp  be  burning, 
For  oh!  &c. 


66  HYMNS. 

3  Should  comingrdays  be  cold  and  dark, 

We  need  not  cease  our  sinjiiii^; 
That  perfect  rest  naught  can  niojost, 

Where  golden  har{is  are  ringing, 
For  oh !  Ac. 

4  Let  sorrow's  rudest  tempest  blow, 
Each  ciiord  on  earth  to  sever; 
Our  King  says,  "  Come,"  and  tliore's  our  hom«. 
For  ever,  oh !  for  ever ! 
For  oh  I  Ac. 

66  7s  k  Gs. 

The  Christian  Army. 

ODO  not  be  discouraged. 
For  Jesus  is  your  Friend, 
0  do  not  be  di.scoii raged, 

For  Jesus  is  your  Friend. 
He  will  give  you  gr:v»'  to  conquer. 
He  will  ^ivc  you  j^nuo  lo  conquer, 
And  keen  you  to  the  end. 
J  am  Klad  I'm  in  this  army, 
Yes,  I'm  triad  I'm  in  this  army, 
Yes.  I'm  ^l^'d  I'm  in  this  urmy, 
And  I'll  battle  for  the  truth. 

S  Fight  on,  ye  gallant  soldiers, 

The  battle  you  shall  win; 
Fight  on,  ye  gallant  soldiers, 

The  battle  you  shall  win; 
For  the  Saviour  is  your  Captain, 
For  the  Saviour  is  your  Captain, 

And  he  Ims  vanquished  sin. 
I  ani  glad,  Ac. 


HYMNS.  67 

3  And  when  the  conflict's  oveTj, 
Before  him  you  you  shall  stand; 

And  when  the  conflict's  over, 
Before  him  you  shall  stand. 

You  shall  sinfx  his  praise  for  ever, 

You  shall  sing  his  praise  for  ever, 
In  Canaan's  happy  land. 
I  am  glad,  &c. 

67  8s  &  79. 

A  Home  beyond  the  Tide. 

WE  are  out  on  the  ocean  sailing, 
Homeward  bound,  we  sweetly  glide; 
We  are  out  on  the  ocean  sailing, 
To  a  home  beyond  the  tide. 
All  the  storms  will  soon  be  over, 
c»  Then  we'll  anchor  in  the  harbor; 

We  are  out  on  the  ocean  sailing, 
To  a  home  beyond  the  tide; 
We  are  out  on  the  ocean  sailing,  - 
To  a  home  beyond  the  tide. 

2  Millions  now  are  safely  landfed 
O^er  on  the  golden  shore ; 

Millions  more  are  on  their  journey, 
Yet  there's  room  for  millions  more. 
AH  the  storms,  &c. 

3  Come  on  board.  01  "ahip"  for  glory, 
Be  in  haste — make  up  your  mind! 

For  our  vessel's  weighing  anchor, 
You  will  soon  be  left  behind  I 
All  the  storAs,  Ac. 


68  IITMN8. 

4  You  have  kindred  over  yonder, 
Oti  thai  bright  and  hapi>j'  shore, 

By-and-bv  we  II  swell  the  niiii»l)er, 

When  the  toils  of  life  are  oer. 

All  the  storms.  *c. 

5  Spread  your  sails,  while  licavcnly  breeecs 
Gently  waft  our  vessel  on  : 

All  on  board  are  sweetly  singing — 
Free  salvaiion  is  the  song. 
All  the  storms,  Ac. 

6  When  we  all  are  safely  anehored, 
We  will  shout — our  trials  o'er  I 

We  will  walk  al^)Ut  tlie  eity, 
And  well  sing  f«»r  ewnnoro. 
All  the  sturnii-,  kc. 

68  P.  M. 

Vain  War 01,  mlieu. 

WIIIvN  for  eternal  worlds  we  steer, 
And  se^Ls  are  ealin.  and  skies  aro  cloar, 
And  faith  in  lively  exerciso, 
And  distant  hills  of  t'aniuin  rise, 
The  soul  for  'n'V  then  elaps  her  wings, 
And  loud  her  lovely  sonnet  smgs,  * 

Vuin  world,  adieu. 

2  With  cheerful  hoi>cis  her  eyes  explore 
Each  landmark  on  the  distant  slioro: 
The  trees  of  life,  the  pasture  gre<>n, 
The  golden  streets,  the  crystal  stream; 
Again  for  joy  she  clafts  Iiot  wings, 
And  loud  her  lovely  sonnet  bings, 
Vaiu  world,  udi^i. 


UYMNS.  59. 

3  The  ne^arer  still  slie  draws  to  land, 
More  oa.iifr  all  lier  powers  expand; 
With  p.tpady  helm  and  frco  bent  sail, 
Her  anehof  drops  within  the  vail; 
Again  for  joy  she  claps  her  wings,  • 

And  her  celestial  sonnet  sings, 
Glory  to  God. 


09  .  7s. 

Watchman,  what  of  the  N'ightf 

WATCHMAN,  tell  us  of  the  night: 
What  its  signs  of  promise  are. 
Traveller,  o'er  yon  mountain's  height, 

See  that  glory  beaming  star. 
Watchman,  iloes  its  beauteous  ray 

Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretell  ? 
Traveller,  yes:  it  brings  the  day, 
Promiseci  day  of  Israel. 

2  Watchman  tell  us  of  the  night: 
Higher  yet  that  star  ascends. 

Traveller,  blessedness  and  light, 
Peace  and  truth,  its  course  portends. 

Watchman,  will  its  beams  alone 
Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth? 

Traveller,  ages  are  its  own  ; 
See!  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 

3  Watchman',  tell  us  of  the  night, 
'For  the  morning  sipems  to  dawn. 

Traveller,  darkness  take.s  its  flight, 
Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. 


60  HYMNS. 

Wafohmfin.  let  thy  wnnderincjs  ceas^ 

Hie  thoo  to  thy  cjniot  homo. 
Traveller,  lo!  tlie  Prince  of  r»eace, 

Lol  the  Son  of  Goti  w  come. 

70  8s  &  38. 

Will  you  go. 

WE'RE  travMinc  homo  to  heaven  above, 
Will  yon  pn? 
To  sing  the  Suvionr's  dying  love ; 

Will  ynn  po? 
Millions  hivve  rearhe*!  timt  blest  abode, 
Anointrni  kings  mid  priests  to  rjod, 
And  millions  more  are  on  the  rood; 
Will  you  go? 

2  We're  goin^  to  see  the  bleeding  Ijamb  : 

Will  yon  go? 
In  rapturous  strains  to  pniise  his  name; 

Will  you  go? 
The  crown  of  lif«'"we  then  shall  wear. 
The  coiKjucror's  pnim  we  then  shall  bear, 
And  till  tno  joys  of  heaven  we'll  share; 

Will  you  go? 

3  The  way  to  heaven  is  fltraight  and  plain 

Will  you  go? 
Repent,  believe,  be  born  again; 

Will  you  go? 
The  Saviour  cries  aloud  to  thee, 
"Take  up  thy  cross  and  follow  mo, 
And  thou  sfialt  my  salvation  see." 

Will  you  go? 


HTMN8.  61 

4  We're  going  to  join  the  heavenly  choir, 

Will  you  go? 
To  raise  our  voioe,  and  tune  the  lyre, 

Will  you  go? 
There  saints  and  angels  gladly  sing 
Hosanna  to  their  God  and  king, 
And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring, 

Will  you  go? 

71  lis. 

"  I  would  not  live  alway" 


I 


WOULD  not  Uve  alway :  I  ask  not  to  stay 
Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  tne 
way; 
The  few"  lurid  mornings  that  dawn  on   us 

here, 
Are  enough  for  life's  woes,  full  enough  for  ita 
cheer. 

2  I  would  not  live  alway :  no— welcome  the 

tomb. 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its 

gloom ; 
There,  sweet  be  my  rest,  till  He  bid  me  arise, 
To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 

3  Who,  who  would  .live  alway,  away  from  his 

God- 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 
Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er  the 

bright  plains. 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns : 


02  HYMNS. 

4  Whorc  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony 

moot. 
Their  .Saviour  and  brethren    transported  to 

preet : 
While  the  anthoms«f  raplnrennfH»n.«inRly  roll, 
And  tho  sijiile  of  the  Lord  is  the  fesiat  of  the 

soul ! 

72  L.  M. 

PRAISE  God,  from  whom  nil  »)lo<j>^int:s  flow: 
Praise  him,  all  croatiiro'*  lioro  IkMow  : 
Praise  him  above,  yo  hcavoulv  fm-*! — 
Praise  Father,  Son  aud  Holy  Ghost. 

73  C.  M. 

Now  lot  fho  T-    •  i  the  .Son, 

And  Spirit  i 

Whore  there  ar..       make  hiui  known, 

Or  saints  to  love  the  lx)rd. 

74  8.  M. 

CI  IVE  to  the  Father  praise, 
J  (Jive  plory  to  tho  Son: 
,     And  to  the  S|»irit  of  his  grace 
Be  equal  honor  done. 

75  78.   • 

SING  wo  to  onr  God  a>v)Te 
Praise  eternal  an  hi«  lovo: 
Praise  him,  all  ye  hoavonly  host — 
KuthcT,  Son,  and  lloly  Gho.st. 


I N 1)  p:  X . 

The  figures  refer  to  the  page. 


A"  charge  to  keep  I  have,  36;  Ah!  Lord,  with 
trembling  I  confess,  36;  Alas!  and  did  my 
Saviour  bleed,  24 ;  All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus' 
name,  "i  ;  Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross,  15 ;  And 
can  I  yet  delay,  22;  Arise,  my  soul,  arise,  28. 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne,  3;  Behold  the 
Saviour  of  mankind,  4;  Blow  ye  the  trumpet, 
blow,  16. 

Oelestial  Dove,  come  from  above,  14;  Children 
of  the  Heavenly  King,  34;  Come  Holy  Spirit, 
Heavenly  Dove,  12 ;  Come,  let  our  voices 
raise,  48;  Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful 
songs,  9;  Come,  let  us  join  with  one  accord, 
13;  Come,  sound  his  praise  abroad,  3;  Corne, 
sinners,  to  the  gospel  (east,  18;  Come,  thou 
Fount  of  every  blessing,  39;  Come,  ye  sin- 
ners, poor,  and  needy,  19;  Come,  ye  that  love 
the  Lord,  38. 

Father,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  thee,  23;»For- 
ever  here  my  rest  shall  be,  32, 

Give  to  the  Father  praise.  G2( 

He  dies!  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies!  8;  Here, 
we  suffer  grief  and  pain,,49;  How  can  a  sin- 
ner know,30;  How  happy  are  tJiey,  who  their 
Saviour  ob<^y,  31;  How  tedious  and  tasteless 
the  hours,  37. 

I'm  a  pilgrim,  a^  I'm  a  stranger,  49 ;  I'm  but 
a  stranger  herciSO;  I  would  not  live  alway, 
61. 

Jesua,  I  love  thy  charming  name,  11;  Jestjs, 
lover  of  my  soul,  26;  Jesus,  my  all,  to  heaven 


64  INDKX. 

is  gone,  25;  JoyfuUy.joyfully,  onward  I  moTe, 
63;  Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea,  41. 

Mid  scenes  of  confusion,  45;  My  days  are  eliding 
swiftly  bv,  65;  My  God,  the  spring  otHll  mr 
joys.'i9;  My  Saviour,  my  Almighty  Friend, M. 

Now  let  the  Father  and  the  Son.  «vi. 

O  come,  in  life's  gay  morning,  51 ;  O  do  not  be 
difconraged,  56";  O  for  aclo.ser  walk  with  God, 
27  ;  O  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  (J<h1,33;  O  for^ 
a  thou.<5and  tongues  to. «iDp.'->t<;  ()  that  I  could 
repent,  21;  O  that  my  lt)ad  of  .xin  were  gone, 
36;  Uhl  when  shall  f  see  .lesus,  52;  On  Jor- 
dan's stormy  thanks  I  stand,  40;  Out  oil*un 
ocean,  all  boundles-,  we  ride,  46. 

Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair,  10;  Praisa 
God,  from  whom  all  blessings  tlow,  62;  Pre- 
served by  thine  almighty  }x»wer,  64. 

Rook  of  ages  cleft  for  me,  .'>. 

Salvation,  O  the  Joyful  .sound,  10 ;  Say,  whither, 
wandering  stranger,  47;  .'^how  pity.  Lord,  O 
Lord,  forgive,  21 ;  Sing  we  to  our  dod  aboTe, 
62;  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  yedioT  17;  Sin- 
ners, obey  the  gospel  word,  18. 

The  Lord  of  Sabbath  let  us  praise.  6;  There  ia 
a  fountah)  tilled  with  blooil,  5;  This  book  is 
All  that's  left  to  me,  42. 

Watchman,  toll  i»  of  the  nit;lit,50;  Wooreout 
on  the  ocean  .«ailing.  57 ;  \\  ere  trav'lmg  home 
to  heaven  above,  t'lO;  Wi'l("<ime,  sweet  day  of 
rest,  14;  When  for  eterii^  worlds  wo  steer, 
68;  When  I  can  reml  my,flle  clear. 40;  When 
shall  we  all  meet  again',  43;  When  shall  we 
meet  again,  44:  With  joy  \\v  meditate  the 
grace,  7 ;  Wliy  should  the  children  of  a  King, 


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